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Submission: *Coughs loudly* Do you remember how I suggested Sasuke/Naruto/Kurama body-sharing goodness? (Naruto and Kurama in one body, Naruto having to bite his tongue on "We")?? Shameless WIP bc I'm desperate for any kind of motivational words tbh
It isn’t the first time. It isn’t even the thirty-first time, in the month that followed the final battle. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom at the edges of the river, the wind is blowing sweet and the field where Sasuke grows is fucks is barren, barren, barren because–
Naruto, nosing into his neck like a dying man, inhaling the scent of him, crowding him into the wall of their kitchen without regard for propriety or personal space. Somewhen, someway, Sasuke will be able to have Naruto in his space like this without the man taking up his entire universe, like a sun, an unflinching gravity pulling each of his senses until he is dangerously, uncaringly blind to anything else.
Light from the falling sun spills into the kitchen, pooling at the divot of Naruto’s collarbones. It smells like fresh bread and sunshine, like Naruto’s hair tickling his chin, and Sasuke is powerless to fight this, to muster up the will to consider anything but this, the wonderful ache of Naruto’s thigh moving between his and the press of the wall against his shoulder blades.
Everything is tan skin and warmth, Naruto’s chakra filling the room, effusively, effortlessly, as he has since he was a child, since they were children, since he was born, probably, the tide of it too much and overflowing from the too-small container of golden skin.
“Fuck,” Sasuke says, heartfelt– all of him is like that, is more around Naruto, like he’s a battery, a godsdamned current, devoid of insulation– touching him is like a live wire and Sasuke would know, has himself chakra that’s always a step from lightning nature thumping through him, ready to make the jump to his affinity with the slightest effort of will.
Experience does not make it more safe to touch, not with Naruto.
It’s not the first time, but it might well be. Sasuke has no thick skin for this, no calluses and no inclination to build up a tolerance.
If he is undone every time his idiot comes within range, well– there are certainly worse things to be. Sasuke would know; he’s put the time and effort into trying them out, trying them on, attempting to be someone other than utterly helpless to Uzumaki Naruto, utterly gone on him, utterly trapped like a planet in this orbit he’s tried so hard to deny.
He can no more deny his bond with Naruto than deny gravity.
(He has tried.)
Naruto moans into the skin of Sasuke’s throat, the racing pulse there, and Sasuke’s mouth falls open.
When they are together like this, through with their duties for the day, Naruto falls on him like he is inescapable, like Sasuke is panacea, all he needs in life.
It is heady, a rush, when Naruto finds him and all but devours him– when Sasuke doesn’t get there first. They are magnets, supercharged with electricity, and it threatens to ignite under Sasuke’s skin.
Hands grip his hips like brands, heat seeping through the fabric of standard issue fatigues.
Sasuke drops his head back, feeling it thud against the wall, and a low chuckle vibrates in his lover’s throat– Sasuke swallows thickly, closes his throat against the Naruto, Naruto, Naruto he wants to let escape, the sound that has been beating with his heart for as long as he can remember, a tattoo in his chest– and Naruto slips down to his knees so fucking slowly, kissing his way down, hands never leaving Sasuke’s hips, keeping him firmly in place.
Naruto is the impetus that keeps him here, not in the village but in existence, the centrifugal force pushing him to the planet as it spins. By contrast, the strength of his grip is only metaphorically grounding.
“Fucking finally,” Naruto gripes, knees on the linoleum, face pressed into the Sasuke’s crotch. It’s an echo of his own thoughts. Sasuke’s world is narrowed to Naruto’s hands and the space between them, the wall at his ass and the man on his knees, hot breath fanning up Sasuke’s shirt a little.
Naruto nuzzles into his groin, inhaling deeply, and Sasuke’s fingers tighten in Naruto’s hair. He has no memory of moving his hands.
This is– a glorious tease. His heart rate speeds up, excitement dancing up and down and up his spine, breath leaving his lungs quicker.
It’s also hot as hell. Naruto spends nearly a minute just breathing him, smelling him, and a sound leaves Sasuke’s throat that sounds half-broken. Shit.
Shit.
“Yeah?” He asks, brushing gilded bangs from the warm skin of Naruto’s forehead, admiring the curve of his nose, his brow, the vitality of his features. It comes out low, breathless, and Naruto’s answering groan sends vibrations rattling through Sasuke’s entire body.
It’s heat and a tease and Sasuke swallows hard, shoulders shaking, as Naruto presses his nose to his pubic bone and breathes out slow.
“We’ve wanted this all day,” Naruto moans out, rubbing his cheek right along Sasuke’s cock through the fabric, and that’s why he can perhaps be forgiven for rocking his hips into the touch, pulling Naruto’s hair, and inhaling raggedly before the words catch up to him.
It’s a bit of a struggle, because there’s still a hot-willing Naruto between his legs, sending heat from his cock up, but still Sasuke stills, blinking.
Naruto reacts, of course he does, looking up curiously at the change.
(Naruto, ever aware and perceptive of Sasuke, effortlessly understanding him better than the dozens who actively tried.)
“‘We’?” Sasuke questions, cool air from the A/C wafting over, stinging his flushed cheeks.
This is Sasuke in everyone else's routes 99.9% of the time.
Turtle tells Sasuke and Boruto to avoid people, especially ones they are close to. You know, so you don't change the future.
Sasuke: OH SHIT STAY AWAY FROM WIFE BYE BORUTO
an optimist i see…